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Chapter 69: The Collision

Author: Evve
last update publish date: 2026-01-02 17:30:51

The American Museum of Natural History was a cathedral of bones.

It was vast, echoing, and smelled faintly of floor wax and old dust—the scent of time standing still. It was the perfect place to hide, surrounded by things that had already lived, died, and been cataloged.

Aurora walked through the Hall of Saurischian Dinosaurs, her heels clicking a sharp, solitary rhythm on the terrazzo floor. She was wearing her "weekend armor"—dark denim, a oversized cashmere sweater the color of oatmeal, and
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